well well well

OK, so its about 2am. Why is it I am always up at this time?? Everyone knows I don't go to sleep til like, 5am. Sad. I need a life. Actually I need a funnier answering machine message, now that Breena has decided not to move back into the apartment come sept. 1. She thinks she'd be leading me on or something. Or well. More space for me….all for me…yup, lots of space. Space all for me to fill with all the stuff I have, like that cool spoon that got struck by lightning. Yup, so much wonderful space. Space space space….I need a life. And, I guess I now need a room mate…